Title: “All the Relatives”
Chapter: Epilogue
Author: Escargoat
Summary: Included in first chapter. Generally - B/G ness ensues when Giles family visists.
Rating: R for this part PG-13 for the rest of the story.
Pairings: B/G
Disclaimers: Also in the first chapter of the story.
Warnings: Mention of Oral Sex – if this squicks you – then don’t go there
A/N: Well, this took on quite the life of its own. I’m pretty sure that it is a tough long for an epilogue, and not really an epilogue at all, but you’ll have to live with it. NOTE: this part is ‘R’ which is a different rating from the rest of the Story. – It really doesn’t need to be read as the entire story is complete without this – So if you don’t want to go as far as ‘R’ – please don’t read this.
Giles moved with deliberate movements in his kitchen. Tonight was the night. Or at least, it would be the night provided that there were no evil convergences. Dinner was almost done, now all he had to do was scoot upstairs and get dressed. Buffy was never on time, let alone early…
There was a knock at his door.
Swearing under his breath in five different languages, he sped to the door and opened it. Buffy was on the other side dressed in what he assumed was a skirt and top. It was hard to tell as the outfit was white and it appeared to actually be raining outside.
“Gee, don’t let me come in or anything,” Buffy commented after he had stared at her for a while.
He backed up quickly and gestured for her to come inside.
She stepped daintily in and sniffed at the air. “I don’t smell much. I thought that you said you were cooking.”
“I ah, made a salad and soup and, well, sushi,” he replied distractedly.
“Giles, were you thinking about ‘S’ words?” Buffy asked teasingly.
“Just a… wait, what are you doing here so early? I haven’t had time to change,” he quickly tried to change the subject.
“I saw that it was starting to rain, so I walked over here early. I wasn’t about to ask Mom or Xander for a lift. They’re still pretty squicked about us. Supportive, but squicked. Besides, you don’t seem to be minding the view,” she said pointedly as his eyes began to wander downwards.
“One can hardly deny oneself the pleasure of viewing what one has so longed to see,” he said flirtatiously.
“Well, as long as we’re on the subject. I have got to say that I’d love to see if that tushie of yours is as cute as it was when you were a baby. Not that I found your baby picture turn-on-ish ‘cause you were a baby, but now I find it… Giles, some help here?”
“What exactly do you want help with?”
“Aren’t you supposed to kiss me to shut me up when I start rambling like that?”
“Am I?” he asked as he slipped his hands around her waist.
“Mmmm, I also think that you’re supposed to get me out of wet clothes in case I catch a cold.”
He yanked her flush against him. “I was rather thinking about body heat.”
“That works too. In fact, maybe we should try both. You wouldn’t want the mother of your children to get all sick on you, now would you?”
“Remind me to talk to you about that when my mind can actually focus on something that is not related to sex,” he said as he bent his head down to nuzzle the side of her neck.
“Children are related to sex. How do you think they get here?” Buffy managed to get out between her giggles as he found a ticklish spot.
A warm puff of air blew across her neck as Giles sighed. “Just how far along have you and my mother planned my life?”
“Just up to college graduation for the oldest.”
“And amazingly, we haven’t even had sex yet.”
“Well, I’m trying to work on that.”
He kissed her soundly on the lips. “So am I. Now if you could possibly allow me to be foolishly romantic, I’d like to take you upstairs and ravish you.”
Buffy quirked her lips into a saucy grin. “What about dinner?”
“I specifically made the salad and the sushi because they can be refrigerated, and the soup is actually in the refrigerator as well.”
“So, what you’re saying is that you never planned on having dinner first?”
“Precisely. I was, in fact, going to meet you at the door with one dozen roses and just my new silk robe.”
“Roses?” Buffy asked excitedly.
“And here I thought you’d be more interested in the robe,” he huffed out in mock annoyance.
“Hmmm, I am. I just know you and your clothes and how it will probably be around for year and years and years. Roses though are the sign of either a smitten man or one who is in the doghouse.”
“I assure you it is the first. Is there any other reason I would get you lavender colored ones simply because you fancied them?”
“You noticed?”
“I noticed you staring longingly at them when we passed the florist? My dear, I have glasses, not a seeing eye dog.”
“Oooh, you’re getting huffy. You get all sexy when you’re huffy, and then you make that clucking noise with your tongue.”
“I most certainly do not make a ‘clucking’ noise. I haven’t the foggiest idea where Willow conjured up such an idea.”
Buffy slid her hands down to lightly cup his butt. “I don’t wanna talk about Willow.”
“Amazingly, neither do I. I find I would rather like to discuss the mutual benefit of shared nudity.”
“Discuss or experiment with?”
He made a clucking noise with his tongue. “Don’t you know that you can do both? What do they teach you in that college?”
“Well, I have taken biology, and next semester I’m taking Human Sexuality 101. You up to helping your Slayer study for it?”
“Study? I’m fairly certain I can teach you things above and beyond either of those classes.”
“Oooh, big talk. You have the stuff to back up that claim?”
Instead of a verbal quip, he responded with a kiss.
“Wow.” She breathed out when he finished.
With a long suffering sigh, he grabbed her hand and began to tug her up the stairs.
“You do realize that the purpose of that kiss was to quiet you so that we could engage in more enjoyable exercises?”
“You could have just said ‘have sex.’ It would have taken lots less time.”
“Yes, yes, do mock me.”
“You were the one who wanted less talking,” she pointed out.
“Well if you, if you…”
“If you weren’t so nervous, we wouldn’t be having a pseudo argument right now,” Buffy said pointedly.
“I’m not nervous,” Giles snapped defensively.
She merely raised an eyebrow at him in response.
He moaned, sat down on the edge of his bed, pulled his glasses off, and covered his face in his hands. “You can hardly blame me for being nervous. I have a, well a reputation of being a, what did you say? A stevedore? You happen to be quite a bit younger and, I might add, the Slayer. Not to mention the fact that the last time I attempted a romantic interlude with you on a bed…”
Buffy sat down next to him and put her hand on his shoulder. “Hey, I love you and all your 2,000 parts. Old and worn down as they are.”
He pulled his hands away from his face and gave her a half smile. “I know. I just, I haven’t been so uncertain of my ability to, well, please in a very long time. And I’ve never made love to someone I loved before.”
“You and Jenny never?”
“No, and in my Ripper days I was much too scared and power hungry to love anyone. When I went back to the Council, work was my life.”
“So, do you want to just go back downstairs and have dinner? ‘Cause we could, but it really isn’t going to help your hormones at all, and it might make me just a bit cranky. Not to mention the fact that you’re gonna have to face this eventually.”
“Planning on being persistent are you?”
“The persistentest.”
He smiled a real smile at her this time, then frowned. “You’re getting my comforter wet.”
She grinned saucily at him. “You gonna do something about that?”
“I believe that I will,” he responded as her quickly stood and yanked her up off of the bed.
She giggled for a moment before she looked up at his face. “What?”
“I love you,” he whispered gently.
“And that gives you the ‘concerned’ look why?”
“I just, I wanted you to know that for certain before I, before we… I’m making an utter fool of myself.”
“Yeah, but I won’t tell anyone as long as you don’t do this every time you want nookie.”
“Most certainly not,” he agreed as her hands found their way underneath his shirt.
Gently, he pulled at the zipper keeping her skirt on. Her eyes met his for a brief second, and suddenly all the gentle hesitancy was burned away, and only passion remained.
‘’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’’
Buffy sighed contentedly as she petted the hairs on his chest. “Can you think yet?”
“Barely,” he responded sluggishly.
“Poor Baby,” she cooed as she replaced her hand with her lips for a brief second.
“Your sincerity astounds me.”
“You said you couldn’t think.”
“I’m feeling better by the minute. Especially if you keep doing that,” he purred as her hand slid from his chest to focus on his closest nipple.
“And you were worried,” she teased.
“After the amounts of energy I just expended? I should say I had good reason to fret about it.”
“Yeah, but you liked it.”
“Liked it? I loved every bloody second of it,” he growled as he rolled on top of her and began to improve upon the hickey he had earlier bestowed upon her.
“Everything?”
He pulled away from her neck to look at her face. “You sound surprised.”
“It’s just… Everything? I mean, even the thing where, well you, you know.”
“I’m afraid I don’t understand.”
She blushed and made a gesture towards her nether regions with her hand.
He stared at her blankly. “You’re going to have to be a bit more specific love.”
“It’s nothing,” she said, clearly embarrassed that she had brought the subject up.
“It most certainly is something. Now, if you made me work through my insecurities, then I’m going to make you tell me.”
“It’s just that, well, guys don’t really like going down there,” she blurted out.
He stared chuckling. “Is that what this is about? Oral sex?”
“Hey, did I laugh when you were having your problems?”
“No, but really, Buffy. Surely you’re joking.”
“Do I look like it?”
He shook his head and kissed her. “You have been dating the entirely wrong sort of men. Sex is not just about insert tab A into slot B. Pleasing one’s partner, the power to make her quiver underneath you, the ability to make her beg for more of you, and, I might add, the somewhat naughty feeling that comes from the act: no, I don’t see why I shouldn’t enjoy it. Unless, of course, we are discussing the fact that if you clench your thighs together, I could end up with a snapped neck.”
“You know, I was with you until that last part.”
“Well, don’t worry about it. I shall be very careful. Now, may I go back to making you look like you’ve been out with a hormonal teenager, or do you require a demonstration of just how much I do not loathe that particular sex act?”
“Necking is of the good,” she moaned as he returned to the spot on her neck that he had been working on. “And maybe just a little groping,” she added as she slid her hands down his abdomen to a more private spot.
Giles whimpered as her fingers began to lightly explore said spot. His hips pushed forward slightly, and she pulled her hand away.
“Not fair,” he protested with all the pout he could muster.
“Don’t look at me. You’re the one who said you weren’t a stevedore anymore. I just don’t want to run my vintage boyfriend into the ground because of exhaustion.”
He leaned and quickly grabbed a condom off of his nightstand. “I am not that ‘vintage.’”
Buffy smiled and flipped them over so she was on top. “I’m counting on that.”
The End.